“She was undoubtedly brilliant. What she did…it was a mistake. Nothing more.”
“How do you know all of this?”
“She told me,” Michelle said simply.
The fire began in a ring around her, moving quickly up the hay and dry kindling until it licked at her feet.
“I can’t watch this,” Jesse said. “I can’t.”
“Wait.”
A small form joined Marguerite’s body at the center of the fire. It popped into existence without warning. Almost as soon as it wrapped itself around Marguerite, it vanished again.
Taking the woman with her.
“You rescued her.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Michelle said. “But Foster never forgave me for doing what he couldn’t. Neither did the Guardian who trained him.”
Everybody began shouting and screaming, fear rising above them like a vapor. Foster didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound. He remained impassive as the fire continued unchecked, consuming the stake where his beloved, and his victim, once stood.11